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[chalametdaily]

@jenelleriley: Lucas Hedges and Timothee Chalamet: Two of the most exciting actors of their generation. Both in LADY BIRD. Both fantastic.

[deadlyalex]

Axe Murderers || Alex & Lucas

If asked why exactly he was hiking into the middle of the woods for an axe after everything that had happened, Alex probably wouldn’t have been able to answer. All he knew was that the witch was gone for now and he needed a task to keep his mind from itching with boredom. Chopping up post-murdering roots seemed as good of a task as any. 

It wasn’t hard, finding the small route the man had told him about, but despite the walkway, Alex wasn’t a big fan of walking through the woods to an unknown location. Actually, for someone who identified as a hunter of sorts, he carried a lot of dislike towards the woods. But it was understandable, he supposed, seeing as he couldn’t count the times he’d almost been killed in the woods on both hands. But whatever. He needed an axe.

With wary steps, he followed the trail until eventually stumbling onto the cabin. He couldn’t say that someone living in a cabin in the woods came across as the most inconspicuous and trustworthy person but he’d met stranger people and actually gotten along with them. Still, he couldn’t help but keep on guard as he knocked on the door, grateful for his habit of arming himself properly before going... well, anywhere, really. He just hoped this guy wasn’t expecting small talk over coffee. 

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[kelsey--everett-blog]

Choices That We Made || Kelsey & Lucas

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After a morning of patrolling, the blonde went and trained with Wolfgang and then Jeremy so it had been an eventful day. Which left Jack by himself, Kelsey just hoped that he didn’t get into trouble. She had patrol tonight, cause she was covering for someone which meant that she had limited time with her son. But he wasn’t home, which she found just fine because he usually wasn’t. Kelsey stepped into the shower, after she had turned on the water, taking a quick shower. Once she was finished she stepped out and looked over the cut mark on her arm. The SEALs didn’t play around, and the blonde didn’t seem to mind, after she finished getting dressed, the blonde bandaged up her arm. She would go to see someone later about it before she had to patrol. After drying her hair the best she could, the blonde pulled it back and moved into the kitchen. Sighing a little bit, she glanced outside. She hated worrying about Jack, and he knew that he had to be in soon. Glancing at her watch, it was the best time she had. The blonde wasn’t even sure if it was correct. 

She did honestly hate being alone, and it sucked whenever she was. At least while she was patrolling she had other people to talk too and not get lost in her thoughts. Which were usually about Jack’s father and her family and what happened to them and what she had to do. Maybe that was why she didn’t get much sleep at night. But she shrugged herself out of her own thoughts at this point. There was no use in dwelling on the past. Sure had the virus not had happened, things would be different but this was the world they lived in now.

Moving around in the kitchen, she started to make them something to eat even if it was small. They were used to it by now. She was half way through cooking them something when she heard a knock on the door. “Wonder who that could be..” She mumbled as she moved over to the door, opening. Seeing Lucas standing there and Jack next to him. She trusted Wolf so naturally she trusted the other SEALs but there was a look of confusion on her face as she looked at Lucas. “Sir, is everything okay?” She asked as she stepped inside and invited him in. Wondering exactly what her son had been up to while she was gone and why it involved a SEAL bringing him home.

[officer-rivera-blog]

Allied ; Lucas + Lexa

Each murder has its own effect on Captain Lexa Rivera. No two are alike and that makes each different. Further still, each person now dead had a face and a name, family, and many of them were people Lexa had known either in passing or with a great deal of familiarity. The woman knows there's a great deal at stake here. Not only are these homicides each so unique in nature that to rule it as a single suspect proves impossible, but if there are people out there who can easily kill eleven people over such a short span of time, who's to say they're finished with the people with Sterling City?

What terrifies Lexa more than anything is the brutality of some of the murders involving supernatural beings. If someone is capable of putting down witches, vampires, and werewolves, her entirely human bones wouldn't stand a chance if that someone or something wanted to make her the next victim.

It's the case of Darren Fields that haunts the officer the most. Lexa knew him and his family, knew that he was a werewolf, and yet someone was capable of reducing him to nothing. Nothing but the blood that fueled him; powering and healing him in turns. Lexa had seen the blood. Darren's blood. And that was practically all that was left him. His family didn't have the option of collecting his remains and giving a proper funeral, not like some of the other victims' families. What was left of the man had to be cleaned away with chemicals once all the field notes and relevant evidence had been collect from the crime scene.

Lexa strides into Midnight Howl in civilian attire as she maintains a mask over the revolving thoughts circling in her head. Lucas Fields had been difficult when brought into the precinct for questions regarding his father's death. She can't exactly blame the man but she hadn't taken well to the standing in on his interview and watching a man with a large wolf inside of him grapple with grief. Her officers could handle verbal assaults just fine but Lexa couldn't have a werewolf recking havoc in her interrogation room.

As she approaches the bar in search of the man in question, she hopes that this conversation proves better than the first. Lexa's doing him a great favor by coming to him on his own turf rather than pulling him back to the station. "I'm looking for Lucas Fields," Lexa states to the nearest bartender. She's not here for cocktails and chitchat and there's no use in pretending otherwise. A hunter in known werewolf territory, she's better off having this conversation and making a swift exit once it ends.

[addisoneames-blog]

Upgrade; Addison & Lucas

She couldn't believe that one of her favorite weapons had gotten to the point where it needed a repair. It jammed twice at the practice range, and she was not in the mood to fuck with it. Instead, she hopped in the car and headed toward the Weaponry. Lucas was sure to be there, and he'd be a nice face to see. It'd been awhile since she'd made time to hang out with him, but perhaps she could remedy that with a little business.

She parked her car in front of the shop and headed inside. Addison was not one to discretely enter a building, and instead she always made some sort of entrance. "Wesker?" she called with a smile, looking around for Lucas. "I've got a project for you."

[originalblonde-rebekah]

Burn Your Bridges, Burn Your Boats | Event Chatzy

Characters: Stiles, Lucas, Rebekah, Grace, and Abraxas

Stiles: It was a disaster. Stiles didn´t know what to do or where to go. He tried to find Derek in the mess of people around him but with the half of the crowd partially transformed and feral, it was a really hard thing to do. “Derek!” He tried to call over the crowd but no luck. He turned around hoping to catch a sight of Scott but soon he realized that the situation turned out to be a total chaos. He ran, trying to get to the people who were even more confused than him, telling them to go and run, trying to get them into safety before the werewolves would attack. He managed to help a few but when he heard a low growl from behind him, he knew that it was too late. He turned and swallowed coming face to face with Lucas. Well, his partially changed version.  “Um. Nice evening we have right?” He tried weakly before his mind registered what was happening.

Lucas: Lucas didn’t understand what was happening. One minute he was watching the boat burst into flames, the next he felt like he was breathing the fire that roared to life. Something was wrong. He knew that before the chaos broke out. He quickly turned away from the crowd, a hand at his throat as he tried to inhale, to do anything that would make him stop feeling this way. Like he was unprepared for a full moon. He quickly thought of everyone who might be there—Hadley, Derek, Cam, Isaac—and wondered where they were. There wasn’t any getting to them, though. His throat was too dry to call for anyone and he could feel his mind wavering. No, no, no, he could not lose control. It wasn’t the full moon, this shouldn’t be happening. He never lost control. Lucas managed to keep it together for as long as he could, but whatever was happening to him won out. He fell to his hands and knees, shaking and choking as he tried to grasp at the last bits of his sanity. It didn’t do any good. His claws were extending and he could feel his mind go blank as a dark chuckle could somehow be heard over all the screaming. He felt his eyes burning red; fangs bared as he turned to look in the direction the haunting sound came from. People ran in every direction, getting out of the area as fast as they could. Everyone, that is, except one man. In the middle of the crowd, as clear as day, was Dimitri Volkov. The mass of shouting people seemed to blend into the background as a malicious smirk curled Dimitri’s lip upward. Lucas stood up, his body tense as he stared at the man he killed not long ago. At the man who should still be dead. Hatred rose in Lucas as he started walking toward him. Would this monster never die? The Russian only chuckled as he disappeared into the crowd. Lucas continued to follow him, pushing through people until the other man finally stopped and turned to face the new alpha. There was a gaping hole in Dimitri’s chest, and he looked as intent as ever to pay Lucas back for what giving it to him, his claws extended at his sides. Lucas let out a low, menacing growl as a warning to the man. This wasn’t a fight he wanted to get into. Dimitri only laughed. “Miss me?” The words started a fire in Lucas that burned brighter than any boat. He felt the anger rise in him at the taunt, a roar erupting from his throat that didn’t seem to faze Dimitri in the least. So Lucas charged. This man wasn’t getting out alive if he had anything to do with it. He made contact with him, sending them both flying to the ground. All Dimitri did was smirk as if he knew something Lucas didn’t. It’s what made Lucas take both of his hands and slowly scratch his way down Dimitri’s chest. When he saw Dimitri was still smiling, he sent another swipe to the Russian’s face. He wanted to see this man bleed. He wanted to see this man die.

Stiles: Stiles knew that whatever was happening was the worst kind of trouble. He tried to find someone familiar, anyone who would be able to help but all he found was yet another furious werewolf. He stumbled backwards, hands rising as if he could negotiate with someone whose mind was obviously clouded by supernatural rage and primal instincts. “Lucas…?” He tried to reach out but all he got in return was an ear crushing roar. This was not happening. He survived a lot - from evil vampires to insane hunters but coming face to face with this blinding rage was taking every bit of hope he held. “Lucas….” he repeated as he stepped back but it was too late. “Seriously man, you don´t want to do this. We´re friends right? At least I hope so. Hey buddy seriously, no need for the fangs……” He rambled in the last attempt to protect himself. For a second he looked around wanting to call for someone but who? Derek was very obviously in trouble and the hunters had their hands full with helping the others. The second was all it took. The werewolf charged after his prey and Stiles felt the claws digging into his skin, the blinding pain overtaking his senses. He yelled out but it didn´t stop Lucas from taking a swipe at his face. The human flesh was weak. Soon, Stiles clothes were covered in red.

Lucas: Lucas could only see red as he watched Dimitri smirk, unfazed by anything he did. Everything else faded and it was just Lucas and Dimitri, like when they were in the forest. All the wrong he had done, all the pain he had caused, and yet he was still here. It was worse than that night, worse than when Lucas first saw his face after coming back from the dead. Lucas let out another roar, pulling his hand back. The only way to end this was to slit his throat. Lucas wasn’t going to let him hurt anyone else again.

Stiles: Stiles tried to protect himself, his hands in front of his face, curled up trying to keep Lucas from striking anything vital. His vision was hazy and he didn´t know if it was from blood or from tears. He noticed Lucas pulling away and as much as he tried to defend himself, he knew that he couldn´t keep it up for too long.

Rebekah: Rebekah had been walking around the festival when she saw a strange occurrence. Lucas, a werewolf Derek had been asking her about, had red eyes and was attacking Stiles. She didn’t know the younger man, but she’d seen him around Derek enough to know that he was important to the other man. The blonde acted quickly, fighting off the want to feed at the sight of all the blood. She knocked Lucas out as he pulled his hand back, turning to look at Stiles. “Are you, are you alright?” she asked him.

Stiles: Stiles couldn´t even form a word, instead, he managed only a small whimper as his hands fell from where he was holding them against his face. He coughed a bit, squinting at the person that just saved his life.

Rebekah: Rebekah took another look at Lucas, making sure that he was knocked out cold before she looked at Stiles, her arms going around his whimpering form as she gathered him close. “My name is Rebekah,” she told him. “I’m a friend of Derek’s. You’re going to be just fine.”

Stiles: “I…know you.” Stiles croaked and coughed a bit at the strain it put on his chest. He didn´t want to know what he looked like to the girl but frankly, he didn´t care. She saved his life. Well, if he was going to survive this.

Rebekah: Rebekah smiled softly and rubbed circles on his back. She knew that Lucas was a werewolf and from the color of his eyes, something was going on here. But she wasn’t sure what the injuries would do to Stiles and so she only wanted to give him blood as a last resort. She looked around to see if there was anyone she recognized, knowing she couldn’t just flash away. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “You’re going to be okay.”

Stiles: Stiles finally moved his hands clutching at his chest as he struggled to breathe. His vision was blurry and his brain unhelpfully supplied that it was probably because of the bloodloss. He tried to nod as if he wanted to convince himself that it was really going to be okay. Sadly, as his vision blackened, he found out that he didn´t really believe it. Soon, his eyes closed and his mind slipped into the unconsciousness.

Rebekah: Rebekah continued to look around, hoping that there would be someone to help. As she looked around, she noticed one of the witches that she’d helped a few weeks ago with Dimitri. “Grace, right?” she called the other girl. “Can you help?”

Grace: Grace was terrified. Finally all those sayings about how monstrous werewolves truly were came to light, making her freeze in her spot. She could feel that something was clearly not right, but she couldn’t make herself move and react. Her breath was shallow, he eyes as wide as they possibly could ever be. She saw people running around, screaming for help, pleading for someone to say it was all jsut a bad dream. But no, it was a reality and it had to be taken care of. But there she was, still frozen, still just looking at everything and couldn’t do a thing about it. She felt ashamed of herself, it was her duty to help and protect humans, and what was she doing? Nothing. She was so scared that she barely noticed what was going on so close to her. When she saw a young boy being attacked, something in her got broken. Only someone calling her name finally make her come back to reality. She blinked a couple of times and managed a nod, making her legs move and run closer to the boy. He was already unconscious and he was quickly losing blood. “Those wounds are deep, but I’ve seen worse.. I’ve dealt with worse..” She said out loud, mostly to herself. “I.. I can stop the bleeding, but I need to get him to the hospital,” she rised her head and looked at the blonde vampire. Without waiting for her response, Grace started whispering her spells, her hands working their magic over boy’s body.

Rebekah: Rebekah watched as the witch began to work on Stiles, feeling as his bleeding seemed to stop a little bit. “I would have given him blood,” she told Grace. “But I didn’t know what it would do - what the wounds would do.” She didn’t share that Lucas’ eyes had gone red, though. That she would share with those she knew well, for she wanted to know what was wrong with the werewolf. He’d never seemed the aggressive sort to her, and she idly wondered if the red in his eyes had something to do with the fact that she could no longer leave town. That thought fled as she watched Grace work, fascinated of witchcraft, yet slightly scared of it. Though, after her mother, she supposed that was normal. “If you can knit him back together,” she told Grace hurriedly. “I can get him to the hospital if I can get away from the crowd.” She looked down at Lucas, still knocked out and still wondering what she should do with him.

Grace: She felt sick when the vampire girl mentioned giving the boy her blood. She tried to control her body and not let it shiver. So she stayed silent, continuing her work. Boy’s wounds were slowly getting better, but Grace knew she couldn’t heal him completely. That required a lot of strength and she was not going to give up her life for someone she barely knew. She just had to help him enough to transport him to the hospital without endangering his life in the process. After some time she was barely whispering, just letting the magic work on its own. “I doubt anyone is going to look at you anyway, werewolves running around create quite a distraction.” She simply said, not looking at the girl. She was tired already, but didn’t want to let it show. She stood up, cleaning her knees from dirt and shaking her head. “We’ll meet at the back of the hospital in twenty minutes. Don’t be late.” She added, barely looking at the blonde. She sighed, not wanting to say anything more, and made her way through the crowd. She needed to get to the hospital on time, and avoid any problems on her way.

Rebekah: Rebekah nodded at Grace, standing back as she healed Stiles. While waiting, the blonde took Lucas’ body and moved him into the bushes away from others. A part of her felt for him. She’d never seen a werewolf’s eyes glow red before, had only seen the yellow, and she knew something wasn’t quite right. Acting on impulse, she reached into her purse and grabbed piece of paper and a pen. “Come see me. - R. Mikaelson.” She put the piece of paper in his pocket near his keys and went back to see Stiles. “I’ll be there,” she told Grace as she picked up Stiles carefully, finally seeing the chaos that seemed to have erupted. Rebekah walked slowly to the edge of the crowd and whooshed away to the hospital, hoping that Grace’s healing would be enough.

Abraxas: Abraxas cut his way through the throng of people easily, his strength magnified due to the disdain he felt. He’d wasted precious time with the useless hybrid girl, time that could have been put to better use. Though snapping her neck had given him a sort of thrill, he refused to leave the ceremony empty handed. What leverage would he hold otherwise if he failed to hold at least one simple name. No, he’d have a name, that much was certain. He’d slaughter half of the town if it meant finding a few Alphas in the process. Just as he began to truly consider that option, Abraxas caught the sound of something that brought a smile to his face. The sound of claws meeting skin, of a pitiful attempt at pleading. And if he listened just hard enough, he could hear blood finding its way to the grass. A confident feeling surrounded him, and he stealthily made his way towards the source of the noise. Shielding by others rushing around him, Abraxas chuckled lowly as he caught sight of red eyes flashing in the night. Bingo. It only served to amuse him further when he noticed that this Alpha was the bartender whom he’d spoken with a few days prior. A small town it was, and now Abraxas would have an Alpha to give to the cause if needed. He waited patiently for the finale of the show, a smirk pulling at his lips as the man raised his arm. Before he could finish his task, however, a blonde woman flashed towards him with startling speed. Incapacitating him with ease, Abraxas rolled his eyes gently. Blasted Originals. If nothing else, he’d be eager to get rid of them. Having collected the information he wanted, Abraxas let himself melt back into the crowd. As he walked away, he whistled a soft tune that contrasted hauntingly with the din around him. If only the town knew that the werewolves were nothing to fear…not while he and his brethren walked the Earth.

[nokennedy]

Near Wild Heaven || Lucas and Kennedy

The ground was cold, she could feel it through her sleeping bag. It was uncomfortable, hitting all the spots that made it impossible to sleep. Camping wasn't for Kennedy, but she didn't think it'd be this hard, falling asleep under the stars sounded wonderful, but the longer she tossed and turned, the more she wished to be back in her own bed, in her own house in Houston. She tried to be quiet, not wanting to make too much noise inside her sleeping bag. Waking Ciara was the last thing she wanted, but that wasn't likely to happen. The blonde was sleeping soundly on her air mattress inches away from the hard ground. Everyone else was roughing it and of course Ciara had to have her makeshift bed, Kennedy couldn't help but smile as she turned over and the mattress was at eye level while Ciara slept peacefully above her. 

After another few minutes of failing to drift off, Kennedy unzipped the bag and quietly removed herself from its embrace. She knew the reason she couldn't sleep was rooted much deeper than the thought of sleeping on the ground. It was this place, the whole idea of being away from home and out of her comfort zone. She'd built up the idea that if she was home she was safe and close to what she knew, close to the people she loved. Nights were never her biggest fan, but she could manage when her surroundings weren't so open and out of the ordinary. This whole trip, camping in the middle of nowhere, it wasn't sitting well with her, nothing ever did when the lights went out and she was left with just herself. She slowly pulled down the zipper of the tent so she could get out of the enclosed space. Ciara would be fine in there alone. 

She was immediately greeted by the night sky, the stars being the only source of light and navigation. Kennedy stood for a second, taking in the feeling that the fresh air brought to her. She starred up at the sky before closing her eyes. A set of small tears were warm on her skin as they ran slowly down her face. She didn't know why she was crying, she wasn't sad, she just wasn't happy. Her tiny hand wiped them away as she turned around to stare at the four tents surrounding here. She walked over to one, carefully unzipped it and walked inside. There were two sleeping boys on the ground, one nuzzled inside a sleeping bag the other had his bag laid out like a mattress and had another blanket draped over his body. Kennedy tip-toed over to him, kneeling down beside him before she let her body relax and lied next to him. "Lucas," she whispered close to his face to see if he'd stir. She felt bad trying to wake him, but she needed him. "Lucas," she said again before placing her cold hand his on his face. "I can't sleep. Can I stay in here?" she asked as if she expected his sleeping body to answer her. 

[thisisanthonygoldstein]

Moving In || Anthony & Lucas

"I think those were the last ones." Anthony flicked his wand and the three boxes landed on the kitchen counter with a soft thump. "I think those are mostly my books though, so I'll take them to my room in a minute." With a satisfied sigh, he walked over into the living room and slumped down on the  black leather couch, the only piece of furniture they had in here for now. They also had a table and a few chairs in the kitchen, and both of them had their beds of course, but they'd have to go out to get at least some shelves, and cupboards. Maybe a coffee table and a set of armchairs.

A high pitched meowing noise caught his attention and he leaned foreward to pick up the tiny ginger kitten at his feet and set it on his lap. "And you, Whisky? How do you like your new home, hm?" Loud purring was his answer and he chuckled, scratching the cat behind her delicate ears.

So this was it. His first very own flat. Well, he was sharing it with Lucas, of course, but still. Sure, it wasn't exactly a castle, but it was theirs. They had two small bedrooms, a bathroom with a big tub (Lucas had insisted), a living room and a kitchen, that was quite spacious for British proportions.

Looking up he saw Lucas hovering in the doorframe and smirked at him. "So. Our very own flat. We're officially adults now, Luke. I say we should drink to that."